On a distant floating island, far removed from the quarters where the newly appointed Private rank soldiers resided, Colonel Vazeryth strode with quiet purpose.
His footsteps were measured and light, his posture impeccably upright, and his gaze devoid of expression, an embodiment of disciplined composure.
As he passed by various soldiers who offered respectful greetings, he remained silent, neither acknowledging nor returning a single word.
He continued onward, undeterred and uninterrupted, his pace steady and his demeanor unchanged.
Ascending a flight of stairs, he reached the uppermost floor of one of the island's buildings.
Traversing a brief corridor, he came to a halt before a particular door, its presence seemingly awaiting him.
With a weighted exhale, Colonel Vazeryth raised his hand and knocked twice upon the door.
Then, like a sentinel carved from stone, he stood motionless, his silence as resolute as his posture.
A moment passed.
